Glenday, John: Netmavo (Undark in Slovak)

And so they come back, those girls who painted
the watch dials luminous and died.

They come back and their hands glow and their lips
and hair and their footprints gleam in the past like alien snow.

It was as if what shone in them once had broken free
and burned through the cotton of their lives.

And I want to know this: how they came to believe
that something so beautiful could ever have turned out right,

but though they open their mouths to answer me,
all I can hear is light.

A takto sa vracajú dievčatá, ktoré číselníky
hodiniek na svietivé maľovali a umreli.[1]

Vracajú sa a ich ruky žiaria a ich pery a vlasy
a ich šľapaje sa ako cudzí sneh v minulosti lesknú.

Akoby to čo v nich žiarilo zrazu uvoľnilo sa
a cez bavlnu ich životov zhorelo.

A chcel by som vedieť: ako mohli veriť
že to prekrásne niečo raz v dobro zmení sa,

a hoci ich ústa sa otvárajú aby mi odvetili,
svetlo je jediné čo počujem.